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People ask me what I’m going to teach the boys on the ranch.  One answer is that many things will teach themselves…like Emily Dickinson.

Out here, I feel myself

Surrounded by Emily Dickinson –

her Metaphors – exploding all around –

Her flowers – her bees,

Her sunsets – her trees!

the family, she held so Dear –

the Death, she couldn’t bear –

All fresh as Morning dew,

A Sunday hymn, in a Polished pew.